NINE 

SUNDAY-SCHOOL 

Tories 


III 


To 


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accompany 

The  Sunday  School  Program 


Come  ^rhtghtg  (BiHq” 


Christian  America 

The 

Lasting 
Liberty  Bond 


Christian  Americanization 
Our  National  Ideals 
and  Mission 

II  II 


BOARD  OF  HOME  MISSIONS 

OF  THE 

PRESBYTERIAN  CHURCH 
IN  THE  U.  S.  A. 

156  Fifth  Avenue  New  York 


I. 

The  Boy  Behind  the  Aeroplane 

(Norwegian) 

UST  outside  of  New  York  City  is  a 
little  island  so  small  it  cannot  be  put 
on  any  map  of  any  size,  and  be  seen. 
An  island  where  all  peoples  who 
come  to  us  from  foreign  countries 
are  halted  by  the  U.  S.  Government  and  examined 
physically  and  morally  before  they  are  allowed 
to  come  into  the  United  States. 


As  Their  Fathers  Do,  Do  They. 

Since  the  war  this  work  has  all  stopped  and 
the  buildings  on  the  island  are  now  used  for 
hospital  purposes. 

A short  time  before  the  war  there  was  one 


Cof'yright  by  Committee  on  Public  Information. 
The  Finest  Spruce  Flies  High. 


day  when  three  hundred  boys  came  from  Fin- 
land, Norway  and  Sweden,  stayed  just  long 
enough  to  be  found  physically  perfect,  and  then 
they  went  straight  up  into  the  lumber  camps 


of  Washington  and  Minnesota  for  their  first  ex- 
perience in  America. 

When  we  saw  them  come  here  we  wondered 
what  effect  America  was  going  to  have  on  them, 
but  we  little  dreamed  the  great  contribution 
they  were  going  to  make,  not  only  to  us,  but 
to  the  world,  for  they  are  a part  now  of  the 
large  army  of  men  who  are  manning  our  great 
lumber  camps  and  are  known  as  our  expert 
woodsmen.  They  are  the  ones  who  are  chopping 
down  the  great  trees — trees  that  have  stood  over 
three  hundred  years  in  order  to  reach  their 
prime.  Part  of  these  will  be  made  into  aero- 
planes and  the  rest  into  the  great  ships  that 
will  transport  troops  and  supplies  that  will 
make  it  possible  for  America  to  have  her  share 
in  winning  the  war. 


Just  Launched  in  Oregon. 


God  has  given  the  trees.  The  sons  of  the 
old  world  are  giving  their  strength  and  their 
muscle.  We  are  asking  you  to  share  the  com- 
forts that  America  has  given  you  in  order  that 
the  big  mill  towns  and  the  life  in  the  camps 
will  be  what  these  boys  need.  For  every  thou- 
sand men  in  a mill  town  there  are  one  hundred 
working  in  the  woods.  They  leave  at  five  in 
the  morning,  no  matter  what  the  weather  is,  as 
they  work  in  sunshine  and  rain,  and  plan  to 
cut  down  a tree  every  thirty  minutes,  returning 
at  night,  weary  and  hungry.  If  they  come  back 
to  reading  rooms,  church  life  and  social  centers 
it  is  because  you  and  I have  made  it  possible. 

Some  of  our  ministers  are  living  with  them 
and  their  children  are  sharing  this  life.  What, 
are  you  doing? 


II. 


Bessie  Standing  Bear 

(Indian) 

D you  ever  meet  a real  little  Indian  girl 
in  a real  Indian  reservation?  It  is  quite 
an  experience.  One  time  I visited  an 
Indian  school.  The  first  day  the  chil- 
dren did  not  speak  to  me  at  all.  The 
second  day  a little  Indian  girl  said,  “I  have  six  big 
brothers  and  three  little  sisters,”  and  I replied, 
“What  a big  family.”  She  looked  at  me  and  said, 
“You  talk  too  soon.  Not  a big  family;  all  dead.” 
Afterwards  I learned  that  there  had  been  a large 
family.  The  children  had  all  died  of  the  smallpox, 
and  in  her  slow  Indian  way  she  was  going  to  tell 


Two  Real  .Americans. 


me  that  she  was  afraid  her  mother  would  not 
want  her  to  go  to  school  another  year. 

Later,  the  teacher  told  me  that  the  Indians 
think  we  are  a very  impatient,  impolite  people. 
That  we  are  always  interrupting  when  some- 
body else  is  talking,  and  do  not  wait  to  get 
the  real  message. 

The  teacher  then  said,  “You  will  have  to  win 
her  back  or  she  will  never  speak  to  you  again. 
She  has  decided  you  are  rude.”  The  next  day  I 
met  her  again,  and  said,  “Bessie,  do  you  not 
want  to  give  me  your  picture?”  She  said,  “Do 
you  want  me  going  to  school  or  coming  to 
school?”  I did  not  see  any  difference,  but 
answered,  “Going  to  school.”  In  a few  moments 
she  brought  me  a picture  of  a big  umbrella  with 


some  little  feet  under  it,  because  if  she  was 
“poing  to  school  we  could  not  see  her  face.” 

The  next  day,  in  the  class  room,  the  lesson 
was  in  arithmetic.  The  teacher  had  drawn  on 
the  board  a quarter  section  of  land.  The  ex- 
ample was  like  this:  Put  one-third  of  this 

into  a house  and  garden,  give  one-third  for 
the  raising  of  cattle,  and  plant  all  that  is  left 
in  oats,  corn  and  wheat.  It  was  a hard  ex- 
ample, and  they  all  worked  a long  time.  Bessie’s 
drawing  was  by  far  the  best.  She  put  her 
house  next  the  road  because,  she  said,  “I  like 
to  see  things.”  She  put  her  garden  back  of  the 
house  because,  she  said,  “Don’t  like  to  walk.” 
Her  cattle  were  on  one  side  of  the  house  and 
garden,  and  the  oats,  corn  and  wheat  on  the  other, 
"So,”  she  said,  "they  cannot  eat  them.”  Every 
other  child  in  the  room  put  the  cattle  next  the 
corn. 

But  Bessie  made  one  mistake.  She  wrote 
“Oats”,  “Corns’’,  “Wheats”,  and  the  teacher  said, 
“Oh,  Bessie,  we  do  not  put  an  ‘s’  on  corn  and 
wheat ; only  on  oats,”  and  Bessie  answered, 
‘‘Don’t  you  plant  them  just  the  same?  Don’t 
the}'  come  up  just  the  same?  Don’t  you  gather 
them  all  in  the  fall,  and  if  you  put  an  ‘s’  on 
one,  why  don’t  you  on  the  other  two?” 

I was  glad  I was  not  an  Indian  teacher, 
and  decided  it  was  easier  to  help  the  Indian 
understand  us  by  sending  money  to  keep  the 
teacher  on  the  field.  I do  not  think  many  of 
us  are  smart  enough  to  teach  Indians. 


Ellis  Island — The  Landing  Place  in  America 


III. 


A Modern  Deborah 

(Russian -Bohemian) 

SHERE  is  a school  in  the  United  States 
near  the  border  of  one  of  our  Great 
Lake.s,  where  girls  that  are  born  in 
foreign  countries  and  do  not  know  any 
English  when  they  come  to  America 
are  taught  the  ways  of  this  country. 

After  listening  to  one  of  the  Bible  classes 
one  day,  I was  greatly  interested  to  hear  one 
girl  say,  “I  just  love  ‘Deborah’  ”,  and  so  I 
asked  her  “Why?”  She  said,  “I  love  her  be- 
cause she  is  so  far  back  in  the  Old  Testament — 
one  of  the  first  women  ever  written  about.  I 
love  her  because  she  knew  there  had  to  he  a 
war,  and  she  knew  the  man  that  had  to  fight 
it,  and  she  went  and  told  him  so.”  Then  she 
said,  with  a funny  expression  on  her  face,  “What 
do  you  think  he  said  to  her?  I’ll  go,  if  you’ll 
go,  too.”  And  then  she  added,  “That  was  away 
back  in  the  Old  Testament,  long  before  America 
was  discovered.” 

Now,  who  is  this  girl  who  loves  Deborah, 
who  has  learned  every  single  word  of  Deborah’s 
song  so  she  can  recite  it  any  minute,  not  be- 
cause her  teacher  asked  her  to,  but  because 
she  wanted  to?  A girl  who  is  half  Russian  and 
half  Bohemian,  who  came  to  America  in  1914 
and  landed  at  Ellis  Island  with  just  two  cents 
in  her  pocket.  If  it  had  not  been  for  the  mis- 
sionary people  she  would  have  been  sent  back, 
but  instead  of  that,  money  was  found  to  give 
her  a home  and  help  her  go  to  school.  She 
is  now  one  of  the  interpreters  in  our  courts, 
a leader  of  Red  Cross  societies,  and  demonstrat- 
ing Hoover’s  recipes  in  seven  languages.  She 
has  found  numbers  of  women  who  do  not  know 
English  but  who  can  knit  a great  deal  better 
than  we  can,  and  she  tells  them  all  about  the 
war  and  what  it  means,  and  through  her,  many 
women,  whose  names  are  Dybowski,  Anastas- 
seades,  and  Castellani,  and  who  cannot  read  our 
newspapers  or  talk  with  any  of  us,  by  knitting 
socks,  sewing  on  hospital  garments,  making 
button-holes  on  shirts  for  wounded  soldiers,  can 
do  almost  as  much  to  help  Uncle  Sam  as  though 
their  names  were  Smith,  Alden  or  Winthrop. 

Isn’t  it  a good  thing  for  the  United  States  in 
1918  that  somebody  in  1914  gave  money  to  mis- 
sions? 


IV. 


Luella 

(Italian) 


EGINNING  with  Maine,  and  follow- 
ing down  the  whole  Atlantic  Coast 
to  Florida,  we  find  the  heart  of  most 
of  our  cities  made  over  by  the  people 
and  children  of  southern  Europe. 

One  of  the  most  fascinating  Sunday-schools  in 
Massachusetts  is  made  up  exclusively  of  Italian 
children.  One  warm,  sunny  Saturday  in  July, 
we  took  eighty-eight  of  them  out  to  Franklin 
Park  for  a picnic. 

We  were  greatly  attracted  to  one  little  girl. 
First,  because  she  was  so  carefully  dressed. 
Her  hair  was  brushed,  and  brushed,  I think  with 
shoe  blacking  to  make  it  shine.  She  had  three 
hair  ribbons — one  red,  one  yellow  and  one  green. 
During  the  noon  hour  she  told  us  about  coming 
to  Boston,  and  said,  “Onct,  you  know  we  did 
take  borders,  and  all  the  time  I did  wash  plates, 
I did.  I nothing  else  did  but  did  wash  plates.  I 
just  did  wash  plates  all,  all  the  time,”  until  we  had 
to  make  her  stop,  and  afterwards  we  learned  that 
when  she  arrived  in  Boston,  a little  nine-year-old 
girl  from  Southern  Italy,  her  people  put  her  to 
work  in  a large  city  boarding  house  where  she 
scrubbed  and  washed  dishes  sometimes  ten  hours 
a day.  She  did  not  know  many  English  words  and 
was  trying  to  describe  the  everlasting  way  the 
dishes  came  into  the  dishwater,  and  the  only  way 
she  could  do  it  was>  to  say  it  over  and  over 
again,  and  not  leave  any  space  between  the 
plates.  When  we  asked  her  if  she  was  washing 
dishes  now,  she  said,  “Oh,  no.  The  missionary 
doesn’t  let  me”,  and  she  seemed  to  be  so  sur- 
prised that  we  did  not  know  it  was  the  Italian 
Missionary  in  the  Italian  quarter  that  had  told 
her  people  all  about  the  public  school  and  the 
Sunday-school,  and  the  good  things  that  had 
come  into  that  home  since. 

At  the  end  of  her  first  year  in  Sunday-school, 
the  children  were  asked  for  sentence  prayers, 
and  she  prayed  the  following:  “Oh,  Lord,  make 
Luella  a good  girl.  Luella  doesn’t  want  to  be 
a good  girl,  Luella  doesn’t  mean  to  be  a good 
girl.  Lord,  help  Luella  not  to  fool  you  any 


more. 


V. 


Themistocles 

(Greek) 

N years  ago  a little  Greek  boy, 
vithout  parents  or  relatives,  came 
cross  the  ocean  and  landed  in  New 
['ork.  He  was  such  a tiny  little 
)oy  that  the  only  work  he  could  find 
was  to  pass  spoons  to  a cook  in  the  kitchen  of 
one  of  New  York’s  hig  hotels. 

Although  he  could  not  talk,  and  could  not  un- 
derstand much  that  was  said,  he  could  watch 
and  listen,  and  he  learned  that  in  order  to  feed 
many  people,  day  after  day,  dishes  must  be 
kept  clean,  vegetables  and  berries  must  be  kept 
fresh,  hot  things  must  be  hot  and  cold  things 
must  be  cold. 

He  saved  his  money  and  was  soon  able  to  go 
to  a missionary  school.  How  he  worked!  He 
would  beat  rugs  for  people;  he  would  wait  on 
table  on  Thursdays  when  servant  girls  were 
having  an  afternoon  out;  he  would  run  errands, 
but  with  all  his  work  he  never  got  behind  in  his 
studies. 

All  the  time  he  remembered  the  first  lessons 
learned  in  the  kitchen.  He  made  up  his  mind 
that  American  cities  would  always  be  crowded 
and  that  these  people  would  always  need  food, 
and  therefore  he  would  be  a farmer.  He  devoted 
himself  to  all  phases  of  the  dairy  business  and 
when  the  United  States  went  into  the  war  this 
little  Greek  boy  was  chosen  to  test  the  butter 
that  was  to  be  used  by  the  United  States  Nav}-. 
All  the  butter  that  was  to  go  out  on  the  seas 
had  first  to  receive  his  stamp  of  approval. 

And  so  this  little  Greek  boy,  from  one  of  the 
last  nations  to  send  its  children  to  our  borders, 
is  working  shoulder  to  shoulder  with  the  Sons  of 
the  Revolution. 


VI. 


Joe 

(Slovak) 

one  of  the  big  tenement  houses  in 
e most  congested  section  of  a large 
ennsylvania  city,  a Slovak  mission- 
■y  took  me  up  some  dark,  winding 
airs,  opened  a little,  creeky  door, 
and  we  saw  Joe.  Joe’s  father  is  in  the  insane 
asylum,  having  been  seriously  injured  in  the  blast 
mills.  His  mother  goes  out  washing  every  day, 
from  seven  until  six,  and  Joe,  because  he  is  re- 
liable, stays  in  the  house  all  day  and  takes  cart 
of  Helen,  aged  two. 

His  mother  leaves  five  cents  on  the  mantel 
piece  up  high,  and  when  the  whistle  blows,  Joe 


A Slav  in  America 


climbs  on  a chair,  then  on  the  table,  and  always 
finds  it.  He  goes  out  and  buys  something  to 
eat.  Sometimes  it  is  coffee,  sometimes  cake, 
sometimes  bread  and  sometimes  candy. 

At  first  Joe  talked  to  the  missionary  in  a 
language  they  both  knew  but  which  I could  not 
understand.  He  wanted  her  to  see  how  beauti- 
fully he  had  made  the  bed,  and  tried  to  clean 


up  the  floor,  and  how  hard  he  worked  to  keep 
Helen  from  getting  too  near  the  stove,  where 
she  might  get  burned,  and  also  he  had  to  keep 
her  from  hanging  out  the  window  or  the  sparks 
from  the  great  blast  furnace  might  burn  her 
hands  or  hair. 

Suddenly  he  looked  at  me  and  asked  the  mis- 
sionary in  an  excited  way,  if  I did  not  come 
from  the  land  of  Santa  Claus,  and  to  tell  me 
that  he  wanted  “a  cow  boy  hat,  a red  handker- 
chief that  could  live  under  his  chin  and  did  not 
have  to  stay  in  his  pocket,  some  trousers  with 
fringe,  and  a gun  that  went  off  with  a bang,  and 
lots  and  lots  of  rope.”  “Why,  Joe,”  we  said, 
“if  you  had  a gun  you  might  shoot  somebody.” 
He  answered,  with  great  scorn,  “A  twenty-five 
cent  gun  doesn’t  hurt  when  it  hits”,  and  so  I 
left  the  money  for  the  outfit. 

After  Christmas  I received  a letter  from  the 
missionary  saying,  “I  forgot  to  tell  you  that 
there  were  six  children  in  the  family  and  when 
there  are  six  little  brothers  and  sisters,  one 
cannot  have  a cow  boy  suit;  there  must  be  six 
or  none.  So  I bought  stockings  for  the  entire 
group,  but  I did  give  Joe  a red  handkerchief, 
some  rope,  and  a twenty-five  cent  gun.  He  is 
perfectly  satisfied,  and  his  eyes  actually  sparkled 
when  he  said,  ‘Of  course  anybody  with  a big 
family  like  mine  (he  was  si.x  years  old,  remember, 
and  had  already  learned  to  be  reliable)  can’t 
have  everything.’  ” 

Can’t  have  everything?  No,  nobody  can,  but 
Joe  can  have  a Sunday-school,  pictures,  Christ- 
mas boxes  and  gifts  if  somebody  that  you  know 
will  save  and  share  what  that  same  somebody  has. 


VII. 


Gabriella 

(Cuban) 


EA\'IXG  Florida  and  going  across 
tlie  southern  border  as  far  as  Santi- 
ago, we  find  hundreds  of  children  of 
Spanish  blood.  Some  of  the  most 
beautiful  children  in  the  world  are 
the  Cubans,  who  have  recently  come  into  the 
State  of  Florida,  and  whose  fathers  and  mothers 
work  in  the  great  tobacco  factories. 


-4s  She  Looked  at  First. 


The  children  can  run  errands,  carry  great 
bundles  of  tobacco  leaf  up  and  down  stairs,  and 
the  school  hours  have  to  be  from  ten  to  two. 
Everybody  gets  up  at  five  in  the  morning  and 
works  until  breakfast,  which  is  served  very  late. 
The  noon  hour  is  often  thre^  times  sixty  min- 
utes and  then  the  peple  go  to  work  again  in  the 
late  afternoon. 

Perhaps  you  wonder  why  Sunday-school 
money  is  needed  in  a place  where  everybody 
works  and  gets  big  wages.  First,  because  all 
must  be  taught  the  English  language.  The  peo- 
ple speak  Spanish  in  their  homes.  Second,  be- 
cause so  many  of  the  parents  work  in  the  fac- 


lories,  the  children  do  not  go  to  school  as  they 
should. 

One  little  girl  of  eight  had  been  living  on  the 
streets  for  a month.  She  had  not  been  home 
nights.  She  used  to  steal  fruit  for  food,  and 
finallj'  she  began  to  beg  from  house  to  house. 
She  reached  our  missionary  home  just  as  they 
were  unpacking  a barrel  from  the  north,  and 


As  SiiF.  Looked  Six  Months  Later. 


somebody  had  sent  a beautiful  doll.  She  wanted 
that  doll  more  than  anything  she  had  ever 
wanted  in  her  life,  and  they  told  her  that  she 
would  have  to  come  in  and  live  with  the  doll, 
and  so  she  did.  If  you  saw  her  picture  when 
she  arrived,  and  the  way  she  looked  six  months 
later,  you  would  be  sure  it  paid  to  send  money 
there. 


VIII. 

Christmas  in  New  Mexico 

(New  Mexican) 


i. THOUGH  Xew  Mexico  begins  with 
the  word  ‘‘X'ew,”  it  is  really  the  oldest 
part  of  the  whole  United  States.  A 
person  can  go  into  a settlement  that 
was  two  hundred  j-ears  old  when  the 
Revolutionarj-  War  was  fought  and  not  hear  a 
word  of  English,  unless  he  meets  the  one  mis- 
sionar}-  teacher  who  lives  there. 

You  will  not  see  sidewalks,  electric  lights,  or 
even  buildings  made  of  wood  and  brick.  The 
people  are  still  living  in  little  adobe  mud  houses 
and  the  only  industry  is  sheep  herding.  The  men 
go  out  and  watch  the  flocks  just  the  way  the3'  did 
in  the  Old  Testament  da>-s. 

I spent  one  Christmas  and  Xew  Year  season 
there.  Our  Christmas  dinner  was  a jack  rabbit, 
and  some  canned  potatoes  that  came  from  Mont- 


Her  First  White  Dress. 


gomery-Wards,  parcel  post  from  Kansas  City. 
There  had  been  a drought  the  summer  before 
and  the  cattle  and  the  hens  had  all  died  from 
lack  of  water,  and  the  vegetables  had  dried  up. 

While  we  were  eating  our  first  meal,  we  heard 
interesting  music,  and  the  teacher  said,  “The 
Shepherds  have  come  in  from  the  hills  and  there 
will  be  a dance  tonight.  If  they  play  one  tune, 
I am  invited.  If  the}'  play  two  tunes  the  as- 
sistant teacher  may  also  come,  and  a third  tune 
would  be  for  our  guest.”  As  they  played  three 


times  we  all  of  us  climbed  the  hill  and  went 
to  the  dance. 

At  first,  everything  was  very  quiet.  The  peo- 
ple stood  with  their  backs  to  the  wall  and  no- 
bodj'  spoke  abov'e  a whisper.  They  were  wait- 
ing for  the  witch,  and  would  not  begin  the 
dance  until  she  appeared.  Every  village  has  a 
witch,  and  the  people  still  believe  she  brings 
on  the  rain,  and  the  sunshine,  and  causes  the 
children  to  be  sick  or  well,  so  they  must  be 
very  careful  not  to  do  anything  to  get  her 
angry. 

The  most  interesting  people  at  the  dance  were 
some  little  girls,  who  were  wearing  their  first 
white  dresses  and  were  also  attending  their  first 
party.  They  did  not  care  whether  they  had 
partners  or  not.  They  were  watching  to  see 
whether  the  witch  would  look  at  them  with  an 
evil  eye.  If  she  smiled  upon  them  they  would 
have  a happy  future.  If  she  frowned,  they  felt 
sure  they  would  be  poor  and  sick  forever  after- 
wards. There  are  only  two  real  happy  days 
in  the  lives  of  these  little  girls — the  day  they 
go  to  their  first  dance  and  then  the  day  they 
are  married.  After  that  they  are  supposed  to 
dress  in  black  for  the  rest  of  their  lives. 


A White  Dress  Party. 


. All  over  this  country  you  will  see  great 
wooden  crosses.  The  people  believe  that  they 
must  hurt  their  bodies  to  prove  they  are  sorry 
for  their  sins.  Sometimes  the  men  carry  these 
large  heavy  crosses  on  their  backs  until  they 
stagger;  sometimes  they  cut  themselves  with 
thorns.  The  teachers  are  teaching  the  children 
better  and  this  dreadful  practice  will  stop  just 
as  soon  as  we,  by  our  gifts,  and  pra}'ers,  and 
letters,  can  send  enough  teachers  to  show  them 
the  better  way. 


IX. 


Ti  Gum 

(Chinese) 


TARTIXG  from  San  Francisco  and 
going  up  the  Pacific  Coast,  we  find  tlie 
children  of  four  strong  Oriental  races 
— China,  Japan,  India  and  Old  Korea. 
The  whole  coast  is  dotted  with  the 
temples  of  these  peoples.  One  of  them  was  built 
in  1848  and  new  temples  are  being  built  con- 


A Chinese  Temple. 


stantly.  This  means  that  the  children  will  either 
go  where  idols  are  being  worshipped  or  where 
Sunday-schools  like  those  held  in  our  churches, 
are  conducted. 

Sometimes  when  Oriental  people  are  very 
poor,  they  sell  their  little  daughters,  not  to 
Americans,  but  to  people  of  their  own  race.  In 
one  of  the  missions  is  a home  where  children 
whose  people  cannot  car  - for  them  are  being 
brought  up. 

I remember  Ti  Gum,  who  had  been  there  only 
a short  time.  The  other  children  were  having 
a party,  with  a little  program.  Every  child  either 
sang  a song  or  recited  a piece,  and  when  this 
four-year-old  child  stepped  forward,  I thought 
I had  never  seen  any  one  so  little  and  so  per- 
fect. She  hid  on  Chinese  embroidered  shoes, 
little  round  trousers,  a short  coat  with  no  col- 
lar, that  buttoned  on  the  side.  Everything  about 
her  looked  as  though  she  had  come  parcel  post 
from  the  oldest  county  of  old  China,  but  she 
opened  her  mouth  and  in  her  lisping,  baby  voice. 


said  in  English  every  word  of  the  Twenty-third 
Psalm. 

When  she  came  to  the  last  sentence,  we 
thought  she  had  forgotten.  The  words  kept 
coming  slower  and  slower,  her  voice  kept  rising 
higher  and  higher.  Finally  she  pulled  herself 
together  and  said,  quick  as  lightning,  “And  I — 
I — I will  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord  forever.” 

This  is  really  wonderful  because  she  was  actu- 
ally standing  in  the  house  of  the  Lord.  Her 
mother  w'ould  have  sold  her  for  two  dollars. 
She  had  been  rescued  by  the  Christian  giving  of 
the  land,  reminding  us  of  the  wonderful  country 
God  has  given  us  to  guard,  and  to  guide,  and  to 
carry  to  the  feet  of  the  Savior. 


'^HESE  stories  have  been  prepared 
-*■  by  Miss  Miriam  L.  Woodberry  of 
the  Congregational  Home  Mission- 
ary Society,  New  York,  for  the 
Home  Missions  Council  and  the 
Council  of  Women  for  Home  Miss- 
ions, to  help  in  the  observance  of 
Home  Mission  Week,  November 
17-24,  1918.  They  accompany  the 
Sunday  School  Program“They  Come 
Bringing  Gifts.  ’ They  may  be  used, 
however,  with  good  effect  apart 
from  that  program. 


